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if our faces were paintings
i could read your life like
a worn, tattered novel
a drop of blood red for every regret
a streak of brilliant gold for every wish
a splash of sky blue for every tear
that tells the ground that catches it
"now you know what it feels like."
though the paint dries fast
and you'll wait forever for a new canvas
i'll still be able to look at your soul
who knows no color but pure white
and tell you

"it's beautiful."

Description
if our faces were paintings
i could read your life like
a worn, tattered novel
a drop of blood red for every regret
a streak of brilliant gold for every wish
a splash of sky blue for every tear
that tells the ground that catches it
"now you know what it feels like."
though the paint dries fast
and you'll wait forever for a new canvas
i'll still be able to look at your soul
who knows no color but pure white
and tell you

"it's beautiful."